If I could add up all the timeI've spent sobbing in fitting roomsand sell it, a minute for a time,I could buy a trip to the moon.

And why, you ask? I only wishI knew. Why do I spend precious hoursdesperately attempting to fishout fashion from racks of dresses and towersof t-shirts? I'm left with nothingbut tear-stained cheeks and clothes too tightto breathe in – so I spent each nightworrying about what to wear in the morning.

If only everyone could seethe same girl, with or without pearlsor ball gowns, I could beten times the person – and this,ten times the world.

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